See, it hits me right there in the book store,somewhere between Hemingwayand Billy Collins. I got no pen,no paper, nothing.So I scrounge the aisles,scam a golf pencil over by the magazines, chew back a little woodto get some lead on it. Don’tcare whereit’s been.

Paper. Clearance tag, yes!John Somebody’s book goesback to full price, a preciousyellow sheet palmed as I duck out of sight behind the Famous Women In Literature rackand pump it out, small, fast,cram it all down onto thatyellow tag, back and front, right across the big red price, writing really tiny at the lastto make it fit --

Ed, you have got the most delightful sense of humor. LOL.....BTW, you should have seen me when I first got on here. If it hadn't been for these sweet people here always helping me, I don't know what I would have done...HeeHee!!

Oh, about your poem. This is so true. I've wrote ideas down on unbelievable things. It's really frustrating whenever you lose those little papers, isn't it? LOL

Now, are you gonna tell us which one it was??(not that it makes any difference, because you're so talented all of yours are excellent.)

Ed...happy to find this again! I wrote a part of a poem today on my delivery sheet while driving....actually, whenever I had to stop for light or something...the poem was just going crazy in my head...so I had to. When I have time, I hope I will be able to translate it into something poetic!!